Mornings with Honey

My morning started like many others. I woke up, tinkled, played with the cat for a bit, checked my fantasy baseball team, and then headed to the kitchen for some much need caffeine.

So there I was, making some coffee when Honey walked into the room looking for treats.

Honey: Whatcha doing?

Graves: Making coffee.

Honey: Is that the same as giving me treats?

Graves: No. No treats for you.

Honey: …but you opened a bag.

Graves: Right, but not all bags are treats.

Honey: …but you opened a bag.

Graves: Right, I get that, but like I literally just said…not all bags are treats.

Honey: …but you opened a bag.

Graves: Dudette, you gotta listen to what I’m saying here. It wasn’t a treat bag. It was a bag of coffee. I can’t give you treats every time you ask for ’em. If I open a treat bag, you can have a treat. No problems, but this was a bag of coffee.

Honey: Oh okay then. I guess that makes perfect sense. Tell me, do you like coffee?

Graves: Yes. Yes I do.

Honey: Do you get really happy when you have it?

Graves: You know what, I do get really happy when I have it.

Honey: Interesting. Do you have it all the time?

Graves: No, not all the time. That’d be a little too much.

Honey: So just occasionally…

Graves: Yeah, it’s kinda like a personal tre…

Honey: I’m sorry, what was that? You sorta mumbled that last bit.

Graves: . . .

Honey: I could have sworn you were about to say it was a treat…thus turning that “coffee bag” into a “treat bag.”